There is a dot, period at the end of sap. today was this years last race for me.
I'm not coy in saying or bashful at all, at saying "I love cyclocross"
I loved Bob Ruether, racing his age, and sneaking up on us, with a pass during the first lap, tween two corners before the straight, where if you passed there, you'd probably not bumble and bump around to get thur the tiny hole in the corner.
and I loved this year for as much as I miss my foes, and friends I don't see, and that are not at races.
The sun and the moon seem more beautiful. During cyclocross time of year. The days might be shorter in brightness, but, the low hanging sun, it can't help but make it all more majestic, golden.
I think its something I got from my Grandmother Snider, she'd hug me hard, deep into her,
her lips kissing my hair, and her strong arms, she'd keep me till she wanted to let me go.
and this family, #cyclocrossfamily it's my family.
I have plenty of heros, and gods, mentors, family, losers, kids who know no better, who make me love cross.
if you've never race Capital, or Rivertown, this weekend, or raced at all,
your welcome to be with us,
love to have you.
I'll hug you hard,
and try to kick your ass harder.
Cheers to fucking f'n cx,
thanks to everything, everyone, friends, standoffish, bumpers, the rude heckler,
Cheers, to broken tape, and missing clipping in and still crushing off the line.
Cheers to grasstrack, lucky socks, numb toes,
too much air pressure, and too much freaking out over how I'm suppposed to do.
I'm glad to be a sap, and I don't mind at all.
cause
I love cyclocross.
dlowe.
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